Tanked
This morning, well, slightly before noon, I woke up and couldn’t take a full breath. I tried to find a comfortable position and found that my right side was sore, kind of like in the way when you go to the gym and over exert on the rowing machine. Of course, if you’re new here, you could be forgiven for thinking that I went to the gym and over exerted on the rowing machine. I think the most strenuous thing I did yesterday was take a bath.
I finally found my muscle relaxers, I am very allergic to all things Ibuprofen related (Advil, aleve, naproxen etc) and Tylenol doesn’t actual relieve this kind of muscle pain. So now, it feels like I am typing underwater. And my head is bobbing backward. But I can finally inhale without wincing. I’m pretty sure all of this makes sense and the spelling thing is all good, but my eyes are tracking funnily…tracking funnily? Whatever.
Tonight is the maid’s night off so I am on for dinner. Bruce may be called in to do the “watch over the stove so that nothing bursts into flames” thing. (In my head that was the most awesome air-quotes ever.)